Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eric Dolphy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Associates,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
Japan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
Prince Buster,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.